This Holy Knight is So Despicable!-Chapter 614 - 533: The Incarnation of Justice

Traveling across worlds is no difficult task for Lette.

After locking onto the coordinates of the target world, he directly left the Holy Light Great World from the Dark Forest of the Fairy Tale Subspace.

Outside the world, traces of the previous battle with the Dragon Clan army still lingered.

In retrospect, it seemed as if it were just not long ago.

Lette shook his head lightly and sped toward the target world.

Traveling in the crevice between worlds can be fraught with peril, with even conceptual level strongmen at risk of falling at any moment.

But Lette wasn't worried in the slightest, because although he was powerful, he was essentially still an ordinary human.

With the level of energy he exhibited, those lurking dangers hidden in the crevice between worlds probably couldn't even see him.

After all, who would be interested in a speck of dust flying by?

And so, unimpeded, Lette arrived at the target world.

Gazing at the solid world barrier before him, Lette nodded slightly.

It seemed this world was mature enough, and its worldly barrier had completely crystallized and hardened.

Such a level of world barrier, without some means, one could only look on helplessly.

A mature world no longer fears external beasts or demons breaking through the barrier and causing unimaginable damage.

Yet they still cannot resist the enslavement and grazing by the Gods.

In some ways, it is evident that the nomadic Gods of the Divine Realm are even more terrifying than beasts and demons.

Lette was neither a God nor a Demon and did not possess their formidable power.

But he had his own way with such world barriers.

Reaching out to touch the world barrier, Lette immediately felt a cool sensation surge to his heart.

As a human, an ordinary human, Lette required no special means.

Because the world barrier itself would not resist him.

With just a little time, Lette's body gradually sank into the world crystalline wall.

After a descent akin to sinking in a glue-like swamp, Lette finally emerged from the other side of the world crystalline wall.

Meanwhile, he also successfully entered the interior of the target world.

Looking around, blue skies, white clouds, green mountains, and waters; in the distance, there seemed to be human cities.

Overall, this place didn't seem too different from the Holy Light Great World, counting as a standard mature world, and also in the era of human dominance.

Such worlds are often similar, somewhat overlapping.

But this is quite normal, for only in such worlds do fairy tales prevail.

And only in such an environment would a girl favored by the Witch's curse be born.

Lette quietly descended from the sky and hid in a place.

He first came to a town, observing the caravans coming and going from its periphery.

Based on his understanding, the language used by the humans in this world was essentially no different from the human language in the Holy Light Great World.

It seemed this world had already been grazed by the Gods.

Because the human language in the Holy Light Great World was passed down by the Gods.

This was so that these believers could understand the oracle and religious texts.

Those Gods were quite lazy, and to reduce their workload, they would forcibly change the language habits of the world's populations they grazed.

It counts as forcibly unifying the operating system and user specifications.

This way, they wouldn't need to modify the religious texts.

This bad habit indirectly helped Lette, saving him time and effort in learning new customs and languages.

After gaining a basic understanding of this world, Lette not only didn't enter the town, but instead turned and walked toward the dense forest.

With three years of traveling experience, Lette quickly found a place favored by mountain bandits and outlaws to ambush, and laid low from a distance.

Soon, a small caravan emerged from the distant mountain path.

Seeing their clearly insufficient guards, Lette couldn't help but smile.

"The opportunity has come."

Sure enough, as the small caravan traversed the valley, suddenly a shout came from both sides of the slopes.

Soon after, a group of robbers dashed down and surrounded the caravan.

The caravan's leader turned pale with fear, tightly clutching the head of his lead horse.

He was a small-time tradesman; the weather had been poor the past few days, slowing the caravan's progress.

If they continued on the main road, there would be no way to deliver the goods to the town on time.

Then, he would be nitpicked by the merchants and charged extra fees.

To save as much money as possible, the leader decided to take a risk and shortcut, hoping to gain some time back.

He'd heard the mountain bandits on this route were not very diligent, robbing only sporadically.

The leader only hoped for some good luck.

But sometimes, when you're unlucky, even cool water gets stuck in your teeth.

Unfortunately, they encountered these robbers blocking the way.

"Stop, this is a robbery!"

The lead bandit brandished a steel knife in hand, glaring fiercely at the caravan leader.

"Now hand over all the money and valuable goods you have on you, place them on the carts, and you can take your people and scram."

The caravan leader, hearing this, felt as if the world was spinning.

He could only think of one thing, that it was over, completely over.

If these bandits only robbed them of their belongings and the goods on the carts, it wouldn't be too bad.

While the loss would be significant, their means of livelihood were still intact, and with effort, they could recover the losses.

But now, the bandits' intent was clearly to take all the horses and carts.

This was a death sentence.

Without those carts, the caravan leader would have no chance of getting back on his feet.

"No! Take the money and goods, just please leave us the carts! We rely on them to support our families!

We're begging you, robber leader! We're begging you!"

The caravan leader and others knelt, kowtowing, with their foreheads bleeding.

But the bandit leader remained unmoved: "You wretched lot! With so much cargo, did you expect us to carry it up the mountain ourselves without your carts?

I'm benevolent enough to spare your sorry lives, and you dare to make demands of me!?

Seeking death!"

As the bandit leader spoke, he raised his steel knife to slash at the caravan leader.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a beam of light shot from afar, knocking the bandit leader's steel knife out of his hand.

Lette, who had been waiting for the right moment, finally made a grand entrance, standing at the valley's exit!

At that moment, the caravan leader looked at Lette as if seeing a savior.

Lette stood with his hands on his hips, righteously roaring.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, you dare commit robbery here?

I will not allow it!"